Hannah Farrow
Stories (8/0)
Enter Inner Child
I am a Texan. A pick yourself up by your bootstraps, Texan. I was a strong believer in a strong approach. It wasn't that I lacked empathy. It was more so, that I believed life didn't care, either way about your story. And to some extent this is all true. We have to choose happiness. But how does one do that?
By Hannah Farrow2 years ago in Psyche
Wild, The Child and their Warrior
Long raven curls flowed down her back and blew in the wind at the top of the ledge. She stood leaning on a pole of bamboo feeling the impermanence of the moment and reveling in the present. The pole bent slightly underneath her weight, preventing a nasty decent, the tip of the obsidian dagger strapped to her thigh dangled in the wind. She wondered how much longer the child would be.
By Hannah Farrow2 years ago in Fiction
Reflecting on Recruiting
I'm the person you want to impress. I'm who you put on your best clothes for. I'm who caused you all that stress. You're hoping I'm nice. You're hoping you can answer my questions. You're waiting for my decision. But more than that, you're hoping for a job. You don't really care about me. But I care about you.
By Hannah Farrow3 years ago in Journal
Uncertainty to Unbothered
One step and it’s a drop 20 feet down. My heart is pounding in my head. My hands are sharking. My blood feels heavy as it circulates, making my arms feel like weights…..they feel like balloons. I’m sweating. “Arms are heavy knees are weak” spaghetti and all that. The lake below is crashing into the rocks near the cliff. It’s a Thursday. The grass grows into dirt that rest in the rock. I take off running. My feet feel it. But the sensations are faster than me.
By Hannah Farrow3 years ago in Motivation
Bullshitting the Bullshitter
Tis the 4th Day of the 20th week in the Year of Lord Is there a more extra way to state the date? If there is you should have told me before I wrote this. I'm laughing becuase if you read that without a British accent you're joyless and I need you to get right. The english language allows us no shortage of ways to bullshit. Unfortunately I have been doing this kind of bullshitting my whole life. I could have started this piece with “Today” or given the actual date in plain English May 19, 2022 but as one who loves to agitate, I find it worth while to find annoyingly long ways to say things, so long as it makes the sentence flow like water and sound too eloquent for the more practical and less well read among us to replicate. See what I did there.
By Hannah Farrow3 years ago in Confessions
Concussion by Camera
30 minutes after this photo was taken I hit my head hard enough on an overhanging rock to knock my AirPods clean out of my ears. Yeah. I was bleeding. I hurt myself and also managed to scare the shit out of myself. It was one of those pains that you didn’t expect. The pain knocked the wind out of my chest and I felt the cry that only terrified children release building in my lungs. Woah girl! I thought to myself. Relax you’re ok don’t cry you’re just in pain calm down! We are still in public. I mean I really did hurt my own feelings that day. I had a bump for a week. I had most of the symptoms of a concussion. It didn’t stop me from taking more photos though. In fact, I probably took more after, as protest against nature. How dare it try to send me home early.
By Hannah Farrow3 years ago in Photography
4 Times 5 Twice
4 Times 5 Twice In the beginning of 2020, I was a college student who was in a failing relationship clinging to a serving job I had held for 5 years at one of the busiest airports in the world, DFW. I was working at a restarant 40 hours a week and taking 5 classes. I was miserable. I was out of shape although fitness and health were my passion. I was emotionally crippled, me and my ex had put each other through the ringer. I was struggling with school, and as someone who held a 4.0 up through her Junior year, well that was the worst pill to swallow. I had completely lost sight of who I was, what mattered and what I wanted out of life. I was living to keep someone who didn’t even really know me and struggling to maintain a positive outlook.
By Hannah Farrow3 years ago in Motivation